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Sometimes it’s hard to escape boredom. Very difficult. It has to be done somehow. Keeping your hands busy becomes the most important thing of all if you don’t want to go crazy.
Somehow…
Laura continued to spend her days between television, books and occasionally physical exercise, but in the long run it led her to lie down on the bed, waiting for the time to eat something. She seemed to her to be the only useful thing to pass the time in those empty and lonely days. Let’s be clear, she didn’t mind the things she did at all, but sometimes it’s also necessary to change one’s habits a little.
Among these activities there were also cooking and washing, obviously. Staying at home allowed her to wash less often than she did before this lockdown period, when she went out to work or to pass a friday night with friends, but she felt it was important to do so, especially now. It was a way like any other to quietly spend an hour with herself, to think about other things. For example, everything that she have never done before, or what she had never had time to do.
Her showers wouldn’t have been particularly long if it weren’t for the hair she had to keep up with. Being long up to mid-back, it was necessary to shampoo first, then conditioner and finally rinse everything thoroughly. Once this was done, she then had to pat dry with a towel and blow the hairdryer everywhere, taking about twenty minutes.
Sometimes she was sick of doing it, but in the end she liked it. It was something that made her feel at peace with herself, made her feel clean, perfumed and tidy.
That morning wasn’t that different from others: once she woke up and ate two biscuits, Laura headed straight to the shower, doing everything necessary to get ready properly. She lathered her long hair, gathering it all on top of her, all in vain. They were so much that fell continuously on her back, dispersing the foam on her back too.
Once out of the tub, she took the comb from inside the drawer, to pass the teeth through all the dark locks that started from the top of her head to below her side, almost to her navel as they were wet. She gently ran the mildly warm air of the hairdryer all over her head, smoothing her hair with her nails.
Once everything was finished, she went for the sofa to finish the last chapter of the book in progress, hoping it would never end.
But sadly, her prayers went unheard, as after half an hour, the pages ran out.
There would have been no problem in finishing the book, if only Laura had had another one to start, but unfortunately, day after day, there were fewer and fewer things to do, until that book became the Last of things to do.
Laura pulled her head back from the couch, letting her hair fall onto her pillows, thinking about what she could do next.
After ten minutes of silent meditation, she decided she could browse the internet and see where her curiosity would take her. So she took the PC and turned it on, while she turned on the TV with her other hand.
She began to browse social media: Facebook, Instagram…
She began to delete and respond to the notifications accumulated in those days, and so she spent the morning, until afternoon arrived.
At around 3pm, no notifications were left to pay attention to and Laura thought the day was already over, too soon unfortunately, so she rested her head on the desk to think about what she could still do.
Her left cheek slowly rested on the table, mashing her hair between her head and the surface. Laura felt a few strands of hers tickling her ear, while the strands in front of her landed in front of her eyes, obstructing her view of the window. With a breath she tried to move her hair, at least those on her face, but she couldn’t. They were too heavy to move. “I washed them this morning and they already look dirty…” Laura thought. So she had an idea.
For some time she had been thinking about looking for a new style and perhaps it was time to do some research.
She then raised her head and went back to the PC, typing in names of celebrities, forums, anything she could provide her with some sort of inspiration.
Then, by pure chance…
Nothing about her discoveries seemed to please her. The styles she found were very interesting but nothing gave Laura the certainty that one of them would have suit her.
“How do I know if they are okay?” she wondered.
Scrolling through the various search pages, suddenly, a title caught her eye: HAIR CHAT. She clicked on it and actually entered what looked like a chat room. What she didn’t know was that it was an almost exclusive place for fetishists.
It took her a few minutes to settle in but eventually she did, the configurations were intuitive enough to navigate.
“If I stay here I can definitely ask more people for advice.”
In the space of 15 minutes she received at least a dozen direct messages, even written in different languages.
R: hi
L: hi
R: how are you?
L: i’m okay, thanks
R: hair interest?
L: i’m just searching for some advices for my hair
R: that’s cool. can i see you hair?
L: ok
Laura then took some photos of her hair: some from behind, some from the front and even from the side, showing the entire length of her hair.
R: wow, that’s pretty long, don’t you think?
L: ?
R: you should cut it short, really short
L: what do you mean? any suggestions?
R: you need a fresh headshave
L: what?!
Laura couldn’t believe it. Had someone just suggested she should shave her head? Absurd.
“Better find someone else to ask.”
M: hello Laura
L: hi
M: how are you today? What brings you here
L: i’m good. i need some help with my hair
M: what would you do with your hair?
L: i was thinking to try a different style. that’s my hair (image)
M: i would cut it short for sure
L: do you think so?
M: of course, that’s too much to bear, just shave it clean
“But why does everyone tell me to shave my hair?” she thought.
I: ciao (hi)
L: ciao (hi)
I: italiana? (Italian?)
L: sì (yes)
I: cosa ti porta qui? (what brings you here?)
L: cercavo qualcuno che mi suggerisse qualche nuovo taglio (I was looking for someone to suggest me some new cuts)
I: certo, volentieri (sure, of course)
L: vuoi vedere i miei capelli? (do you want to see my hair?)
I: sì certo, mi aiuterebbe (yes of course, it would help me)
L: (image)
I: cavoli ma sono lunghissimi (damn, it’s very long)
L: già (yeah)
I: avevi qualcosa in mente? (did you have anything in mind?)
L: a dire il vero no (no, actually)
I: hai mai pensato di portare qualcosa di molto più corto? (have you ever thought about wearing something much shorter?)
L: ad esempio? (like waht?)
I: beh tipo un pixie o un flattop (well like a pixie or a flattop)
L: non conosco (I don’t know them)
I: sono molto più corti, tipo taglio a spazzola (they are much shorter, crew cut like)
L: sono cortissimi (they are very short)
I: se ti interessa il cortissimo, perché allora non tagli via tutto? (if you’re interested in the very short ones, why don’t you cut all off?)
L: cosa intendi? (what do ou mean?)
I: rasarti completamente, staresti benissimo (shave completely, you would look great)
L: rasarmi? ma intendi tutto? (shave me? but do you mean all off?)
I: sì tutto (yes, all off)
L: non sei il primo che me lo dice (you’re not the first to tell me this)
I: ci sarà un motivo allora (there must be a reason then)
Laura began to think. Why were all these people saying the exact same thing? “It’s impossible for me to shave my head… But… if everyone says so…”. A doubt arose in her mind.
“Is it possible that this is the style for me?”
Laura had to think about it, it was no small matter.
Meanwhile night had fallen, and sleep would surely bring her advice.
The sun rose, and the night had brought about a decision.
Laura went into the kitchen and got a pair of scissors to take to the bathroom. The idea of doing it for real gave her butterflies in her stomach.
Even though she lived alone, she still closed the bathroom door. She didn’t know exactly why she did it. Maybe it was a way to keep that moment intimate.
She looked in the mirror one last time, thinking about why she was doing this.
“If so many say it, then it must be true. I have to try! I can’t back out.”
She then took one of the locks at the base of her forehead, spread the blades of the scissors and placed them attached to the scalp. She thus severed the hair with a clean blow.
She dropped a long lock of her hair into the sink. Laura looked at it for a few seconds, then she brought her eyes back to her reflection. Her dark hair blurred her vision. She couldn’t immediately find the place where she had cut, so she had to touch until she almost had a bristling sensation. Here it is. There must have been about 3 mm of hair, touching.
Laura then resumed cutting, strand after strand, first all the hair on the top, then on the sides. Now that her hair was getting shorter and shorter, her cuts increasingly showed areas that were sometimes shorter, sometimes longer. Laura had never seen herself in this state, and now more than ever she was wondering if it was the right thing to do. It was too late to stop anyway.
With her hand she searched for the hair on the back, while with the scissors she cut slowly, trying not to miss a single strand.
On the ground, at her feet, a mass of hair had formed that almost didn’t seem real to her. Just like in the sink. Laura wondered if they would all fit in a garbage bag.
Once all of her hair had been cut off, she continued to shorten her hair as much as possible with scissors. Not having the possibility of using an electric razor, for Laura it was necessary to keep them as short as possible, otherwise shaving them with a razor blade would have been impossible.
So much hair was now scattered across the girl’s nose, cheeks, hands and shoulders.
Just enough time to shake them off and she looked at herself in the mirror.
She ran both hands all over her head, cleaning her ears.
From under the sink she took the disposable razors she used to shave her legs and placed them on the sink. Then her eyes fell on the hair removal cream. She had nothing to replace the shaving cream, she only had that cream. She jumped for a moment.
“I won’t keep it for too long.”
She turned on the tap water and put her entire head under it to wet her hair and make it more manageable eventually. She then took a handful of cream and spread it all over her head, until it completely covered every spot, until not even a dark hair was visible other than the pale color of the cream. It smelled pungent and Laura decided it would be best to finish everything before feeling the cream sting her head.
Without hesitation she then took the first razor blade and ran it across the back of her neck, as far as she could touch herself and feel if there was still any remnants of the cream.
She glanced at the razor and saw a pile of hair, first cut and now shaved, between the blades, and so she quickly rinsed it under running water. She continued on top of her where, as the blades passed, the pallor of the leather was increasingly visible, outlining a shape of the head that was not exactly round and regular.
The minutes passed quickly and Laura knew she had to hurry. She then ran a second razor blade along the sides and behind her ears, until completely shaved.
Once finished she saw for the first time her completely hairless head, stripped of the very long hair that had characterized her for years.
Her skin was visibly irritated by the blades and the cream but it didn’t worry her too much, she knew it would go away within hours.
What made her doubt more than anything else was the shape of her head. It didn’t seem very ‘harmonious’ to her. Having never seen herself in this state, she couldn’t say exactly whether it was right like this or not, but it didn’t completely convince her.
She then turned on her PC to search for that chat full of people who had recommended her much sought-after cut.
L: hey
I: ciao (hi)
L: li ho tagliati (I cut them)
I: ah sì? cosa hai fatto alla fine? (really? what did you do in the end?)
L: quello che mi avete detto (the one you told me)
I: ?
L: (image)
I: …
L: è così che dovevo farli no? (that’s how I was supposed to make them, right?)
Laura then saw that the user had sent her an image of his dick, which was very hard.
She immediately got scared and changed users.
L: what do you think? (image)
M: oh my god!
L: what
M: i like it my little slut…
Suddenly Laura understood what the purpose of that chat was. Nobody had given her a sincere suggestion, all those words were aimed at satisfying the libido of those people, without specifying whether the cut was the right one for the girl.
Laura had just wasted at least ten years of her life growing her hair in the garbage, and she had done it out of boredom.
Literally.
